Crowded but individual too.....Only if we understood.

On a clear day I looked up to see,
Oh what a lovely sight it would be,
They all sit on that wire together and one may not feel there is more to see,

One may feel they are nothing but just a flock as can be, but I see a serenity in the life they live free...
On the wire it is a sight always for me which speaks of bond in a group and one you would want to be,
Even if closer yet space there for each other,
A sense of calm and probably there is some sense of order...

Chaos always leads to a problem no matter how much sense it might later, we human beings know it better that others...

Oh how much does the nature tries to tell us,
But we have closed our eyes and ears,
We don't see how to live together, yet we speak how socially brilliant species we are,
We can't tone down our arrogance for once, cause we have believed for ages how brilliant we are, 

But somethings are learnt by observing other than who we are,
Somethings are meant to be absorbed in this nature than just impart..

The colours of a picture the visual never speak the story of how strong the message is,
The message is clearer in the picture itself which should be there in your mind now,
You see the birds on that wire, you see them together but still they are by themselves,
We all need each other but ourselves too,
We are in a crowd but we are an individual too...

What is that you yearn...

What is it that you yearn,
What is it that you seek,
Do you remember when you started playing the game for fun,
the first cake you tried to bake in your kitchen,
the first origami creature you made with your trembling hands,
the first song you tried to sing in the your bathroom,
the first poem you wrote on the torn paper from the school workbook.
the first instrument you tried playing and got lost in the mesmerizing sounds you could create with it,
the first dance move you did in-front of the mirror,
the first talk you gave to no audience in-front of you...
Do you remember all that?

Yes that's what I want you to remember.
But why?
Its the feeling that you would want to look back on...

Today when we do things whether its our profession or its what we pursuit,
We explore the world of options that is available to us,
We never know where we will go with them,
That initial burst of energy to work with, is that of a small child who is always within us,
But then when do we loose that innocence, when does the explorer within disappears..
The exploration disappears and every move becomes a target or a challenge to be earned,
Not that targets hurt, but they aren't suppose to replace the yearning for what you do,

How long and how far you enjoy is what makes the difference,
Not how many target's you achieve on your way...

And then the game becomes big for you each time no matter who watches you,
the cake tastes sweeter each time with the fruits of your effort,
the creatures will fill a wall next to you one day and you would play and decorate with them,
the song will graduate from bathroom to bedroom to living-room each day,
the poem would get collected and you would have a treasure trove to share with the world one day.
the music will still mesmerize you every time you touch and play that instrument you love,
the dance moves will make it to the floor and you would glide on your own,
the audience will understand you one day when you speak with passion and not motive...

So look back and get the child back in you,
Just keep going and keep enjoying what you do...